The Question And The Answer Poem by Varghese J Kuttikat

The soaring balloon, sunlit or moonlit
Comes down in its sequence inevitable
After fulfilling its longed for romance passionate
Direct to the Earth, all forgiving and compassionate
All the puffed up vanity is completely extinct
Maybe, its present request earnest:
‘'O Powers that be, breathe into me
Stirrings infinite that I may repeat the feat
And, if you grant, venture beyond skies infinite''
A Voice thundered out''And what if you get suddenly burnt out? ''
The response; ''Silence me that I might not long rage about''